Ireland

Ireland

 

All the road lining trees

Have lost their autumnal leaves

In a gale force wintry breeze,

But...

Ah, to be sure, 'tis grand,

For it's winter in Ireland.

 

The children, faces all aglow,

Wrapped up warm in case it snows,

As their excitement grows,

In anticipation.

Ah, to be sure, 'tis grand,

For it's winter in Ireland.

 

The clatter of dancing heels,

Performing intricate jigs and reels,

While the music easily steals,

My heart.

Ah, to be sure, 'tis grand,

For it's winter in Ireland.

 

Days grow short and the nights

are long but still the Christmas lights,

Make for a wonderful, beautiful sight,

And...

To be sure, 'tis grand,

For it's winter in Ireland.

 

'Tis Christmas Eve, church bells ring,

And choirs, they begin to sing,

Of baby Christ, who is to bring,

Peace on Earth.

Ah, to be sure, 'tis grand,

For it's Christmas in Ireland.

 

© P. Hamilton 2007

Reviews

[Shellie]

I like this, and i think the colloquail way you write well worked. Your from near Cork you say. Where? I'm from Kilworth, the little village near Fermoy. As for the poem, its a lilt of Ireland very sweet and true